Mystery: The Witch of Desire

"Sorry, Klein, I think I left an engineering notebook in your room... Hey, what's wrong? You look like the world is ending?"

Melissa, carrying her shoulder bag, looked at her brother, who was sitting up on the bed with a tragic expression, and gave him a puzzled look.

Klein stammered:

"Melissa, you, you have to let me explain..."

"Explain what?"

Melissa was even more puzzled, wondering if her brother had overworked himself while on duty last night.

Klein was taken aback when he heard this. He glanced around the room and realized that his lover had disappeared sometime earlier!

Has she hidden herself? That was fast...

Klein cleared his throat and said somewhat awkwardly:

"Hmm, I think I was dreaming..."

"What strange dream did you have? Why are you explaining it to me? Did you do something to wrong me in your dream?"

Melissa fired off a series of probing questions, her clear eyes fixed on her brother.

Klein was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

Fortunately, Melissa sighed softly and relented first:

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have spoken to you in such an interrogative tone, since I was the one who woke you up."

She walked to the desk, picked up the engineering notebook, and suddenly felt a faint fragrance waft into her nostrils.

The aroma was so pleasant that just smelling it brought a sense of joy.

"Did you wear perfume? Or did you use aromatherapy?"

Melissa looked at Klein with some confusion, finding him increasingly strange.

"This is the residue of the company's air fresheners..."

Klein's mind raced, and he quickly came up with a plausible explanation.

Melissa nodded with some skepticism, then left Klein's bedroom, closing the door behind her.

"Sorry to disturb your sleep."

Then, the sound of the front door being locked came from outside.

Klein let out a long sigh of relief, feeling his back was soaked with sweat. He hadn't been this nervous when he faced Dunn and Ms. Daly before.

At this moment, Livre deactivated her invisibility and stepped out from the corner, saying with a half-smile:

"Interesting, finally we see a normal sibling relationship."

Klein rolled his eyes at him, then asked with some surprise:

"How did you suddenly disappear? Was that an invisibility ability?"

“It’s not good to casually pry into other people’s extraordinary abilities…” Livre smiled and wagged her finger. “Let’s talk about something more interesting, like Emily Garcia…”

Klein was taken aback, his expression somewhat puzzled:

"What exactly happened between you and Emily? Why are you so concerned about her?"

Liviel's smile faded, and she slowly said:

"This is due to some special reasons... Don't worry, I have no ill intentions towards her. Please trust me, just give me a brief introduction to her situation."

Klein nodded upon hearing this, slowly recalling the original owner's memories, and said:

"I met Emily two years ago."

"It was at a party at my sister's friend Elizabeth's house. Emily was Elizabeth's governess. I danced with Emily at the party, and that's how we met."

Chapter 148 Breakup

Elizabeth's dinner party? Livre was startled. She had also attended that dinner party, which was on the night the Rose School launched its sacrifice.

Liviel felt her head begin to ache, as if those hidden glaciers of memory were about to surge to the surface again.

Klein continued:

"Later, we became friends and stayed in touch. Emily joined the Night Watchers because she got involved in some extraordinary event, about a year ago. I didn't know this until I joined the Night Watchers myself and found out that Emily was also in the Night Watchers squad."

Emily is also a night watchman...

Livre smoothed her sweaty temples, her face turning pale.

Klein noticed her unusual behavior and asked with concern:

"What's wrong, Miss Lover?"

Livre forced a smile:

"It's alright, let's continue. Maybe I know Emily's connections too?"

Klein nodded:

"Her social life is very simple; she has almost no friends other than my siblings and me."

He continued to recall the original owner's memories, and suddenly found a thin figure among those unfamiliar memories.

That was Emily's brother. Emily had never mentioned her brother since that party, but Klein's original self had indeed seen her brother at the party.

So, Klein carefully considered his words and said:

"Emily has a younger brother."

The gentle tone struck Livre like a thunderclap, causing her to tremble violently. The pain in her mind intensified, and the memories hidden deep within her heart slowly trembled, surfaced, and coalesced.

Klein continued:

"His name seems to be..."

"Riveh".

Revi?

Liviel felt as if the sounds around her had been instantly pulled away, and everything around her became blurry.

In an instant, the fragments of memory merged together, forming a giant mirror. The images on the mirror rippled like waves, revealing glimpses of her time with Emily:

That was the night Jason died, and the two of them wept together beside his body.

It was in a rented room on University Street, where the two were preparing a simple dinner together.

It was at the party on the night of the sacrifice, where the two embraced and danced.

Amidst the wildly flailing tentacles, she desperately rescued the suffocating Emily.

Little did anyone know that it would be the last time she saw Emily.

From that moment on, Emily disappeared from her world and from her memory.

Why, why did this happen...?

The intense pain felt like it was tearing my soul apart, and large tears welled up in my eyes.

The lines on her lower abdomen suddenly glowed with a scorching red light. Her skin was burning hot on the outside, but inside it was chillingly cold. Liviel trembled all over in pain, pressing her hands tightly against her abdomen, as waves of coldness surged and spread from the depths of her body.

Suddenly, the images flashing in the mirror stopped abruptly, and a chilling, maniacal laugh rang out.

Immediately afterwards, an absolutely beautiful face appeared in the mirror, a face so beautiful it transcended the realm of concepts, surpassing all the scenery in the world.

Chick!

Livre's heart skipped a beat, and a burning rage surged in her reddened eyes.

Everything around became blurry and dim, shrouded in boundless darkness, with only the empty mirror gleaming with a chilling light.

Liviel returned to the mirror world, the divine kingdom that belonged only to Chik.

"Why, why did you lie to me!"

She gritted her teeth as she stared at the huge mirror in front of her, at the stunningly beautiful face reflected in it.

Chick laughed, a laugh filled with a seductive and manic quality, yet also carrying a chilling mix of fear and desire.

A playful glint appeared in his deep eyes:

"I'm doing this for your own good, why can't you understand my good intentions?"

"For my own good?" Livre retorted. "You made me lose the memory of the most important person in my life, and made me hate people I shouldn't hate, and you say it's for my own good?"

Chick slowly reached out his hand, a slender, shapely hand, white as jade, with a wisp of aphrodisiac fragrance lingering at the fingertips. His cool palm gently lifted and softly caressed Livr's cheek.

"What are you saying? I'm the most important person to you."

Her voice is sweet and melodious, making it impossible not to fall for it.

Livr took a step back, avoiding His touch, her eyes resolutely resisting all temptation:

"What exactly do you want? From the beginning until now, I've been living under your control. Do you just want to get pleasure by toying with me?"

Chick's eyes softened, and his voice even carried a hint of reproach:

Why don't you understand my feelings?

Do you know what comes next after pleasure?

Livre paused, then gave no reply.

Chick said to himself:

"The next sequence after pleasure is 'pain,' the most unforgettable stage for a witch. Pain can come from any source: pain inflicted by enemies, pain inflicted by lovers, physical pain..."

"However, there is actually an excellent way to portray pain."

He paused, a hint of morbid fanaticism flashing in his eyes:

"That is, to kill the one you love with your own hands."

Livre was shocked and looked at Chick in disbelief. At this moment, He was like a madman, with no trace of his divine demeanor.

Chick, however, was already lost in his own emotions, and his tone became increasingly frantic:

"The moment you kill them, I will restore all your memories. You will instantly digest the potion of pain and enter the realm of demigods. At that time..."

Her deep eyes looked at Livre, her gaze filled with lust and greed:

"I will be your perfect partner, and they are merely steps on the ladder to your divinity."

"So that's how it is..."

Livre sneered, not bothering to suppress the disgust in her heart, and wore her loathing on her face:

“I would rather not have this kind of divinity. I was originally very grateful to you for saving me, but now, let’s break up. If you want to kill me, you can take my life at any time. I would rather die than live under your arrangement any longer.”

Upon hearing this, Chick revealed a playful smile:

"Really? You've traversed countless years to finally appear here, do you really have the courage to give up your life?"

Livre paused, her expression puzzled:

"What do you mean?"

Chick didn't explain, he just laughed:

"You want to break ties with me? Fine, I don't necessarily want to kill you. Do me a favor, and from now on, we'll have nothing to do with each other."

Livre felt a chill run down her spine, realizing she was finally getting closer to the truth. Was Chick's long-term scheme, his arrangements for her, and His purpose finally about to surface?

She met Chick's gaze and listened quietly.

Chick said with a smile:

"Go to Port Binsey. We'll talk about the rest when you get there."

Pennsylvania? Harbor?

Livre memorized the place name, but before she could ask any more questions, the world in the mirror shattered into pieces, and the surrounding nothingness began to dissipate.

In the shattered nothingness, Chik's sweet, intoxicating voice still echoed:

"Although we are about to part ways, please accept my gift. It comes from the corpse of a high-sequence witch and may help you survive the impending disaster..."

The sweet voice vanished along with the world in the mirror, and everything returned to silence.

The cranial cavity was still throbbing with a dull pain, but it was no longer as excruciating as before.